The entrance is all.
The entrance allows you to enter,
Unless it is locked, or too small.
This entrance seems meant for you,
And, as you go in,
You hear the sounds of love,
And feel the grip of sin.
The entrance had blue stone
Pillars on both sides
And marble for miles
Which no one derides.
The entrance is expensive
And when you entered it, you were
Different afterwards. But don’t ask her.
She is the queen of entrances.
She is official. She knows
Death is the entrance
Every palace shows.
This entrance, however, is so tall
You don’t see it. The sky
Seems to beckon.
But you are too small.
At the beginning of the entrance you die
To get out. She knows why.
You signed up with the others.
They waived the entrance fee.
And now you’re in a submarine
At the bottom of the sea.